The show I was invited to was one of those snobby art events. Lots of young pretentious men in tight jeans and a smug grin, girlfriends hanging off their arms. No class. Downing shots from the bar like the world was ending. In times like these I wish I were in Marlinspike Hall, sipping a Loch Lomond and consuming my alcohol like a fucking adult.
The DHC/ART was packed with these poseurs! All of them supposed “an-artists.” They do stuff with light and “magic” to create ostentatious displays. Apparently some of these inscrutable, incomprehensible pieces even damage people as part of their artistic purpose. At which point, for me, the meaning of the art is lost. It’s a fucking joke at that point.
This is the SCP-2758 slot, which I had @iamnotadamnedmonkey hold for me because I’m writing SCP-2758 and it has so much text in its Photoshopped components that if I were to lose the planned number slot I’d have to re-do a shit-ton of crap in Photoshop. So it’s a placeholder page until the article is ready, and this is its entire content:
and it’s got
ratings and discussion, the best of which is “I’m downvoting this. Too much foreshadowing in exchange of a somewhat disappointing plot reveal. I gotta say that I like well-developed monologues, but it’s too brusque for my taste.”
…Placeholder pretty much summarizes why I love the SCP wiki.
Anyway, in anywhere to a few hours to a few days from now, this post’s link will be the actual SCP-2758, so I’ll reblog it again then to talk about the skip.
